How The West Was Won
John Vanderslice
The hand that cut this barley, I’d like to know
The pale blue lips that blew the life into this stereo oh I’d like to know
Oh I’d like to know
Don’t it feel good To be understood tonight
You asked me when’s the last time I stared into
Your sharp black jeweled eyes,
Even then you knew we were through
I didn’t know I didn’t know
Then you got up to go
Don’t it feel good Don’t it feel right Don’t it feel good To be understood tonight
Do you know how the west was won? I fixed my speed in the middle lane, turned on the radio
they played that missing take of "Jailbreak"
They had to know
Don’t it feel good
Don’t it feel right
Don’t it feel good
To be understood tonight
